Uninstalled all useless programs and needless diversions. Ruthless rigor maintains through various threads of life. Urban detritus cleared and disposed of almost but just how the hell did I get that National Review? Was I drunk? Ah, roommate's. Returned.
Dawning conclusion: there are too many uncompleted textual snippets on my computer. Something close to four hundred generated in the last six months. This is wrong. The mark of a failure. Oh stop. Now with gigabytes to spare, this will change. A lot of these, much like these blog entries, could use editing, as the kind people here have commented. Or even completion. Further: there was a frightening number of bottlecaps collected and placed into one spot over several months. Enough to stop any man from drinking.
The book system has become managable. I have disposed of endless magazines. No fear. One can move forward without reading everything. It doesn't have to hurt.
And now the ultimate steering of the vessel. Sure repeats won't get me down. Sudden rise in evening socials! The play! Impetus baby thank you folks who kicked at opportune moments.
(Bueno/mal)practice works both ways.
A daring thought: should I get rid of my television? It's never on.
Posted by DrMabuse at March 23, 2004 08:12 AM